I sat up, and opened my eyes. In front of me are my second grade teacher, and a group of kids.
Mrs. Mandrake a short, very sweet, dark haired lady bent over to me. "Are you all right Ariel? You had quit a fall." I look around for a minute before answering.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." She helped me up and I stared eye to eye with the children. What was with my voice?
"Such proper language for a second grader." I looked up at her, and then examined the kids. The kids after a few moments I realized them to be my classmates.
"What?" I asked perplexed. I felt all the blood run from my head, all the dirty faced little boys, and the prissy little girls began to spin. My eye lids shut over my eyes, and I woke up again. I opened them to a woman with light red hair falling over her shoulders, wearing a light blue lab coat. She seemed somehow familiar, but at the time, I couldn't put my finger on it.
She smiled sweetly. "She's starting to wake. How are you feeling?"
"Where am I?" I asked sitting up. A light, shiny, dark blue sheet fell to my waist.
"Sickbay. I'm doctor,"
"Crusher."
Her eyes widened. "How did,"
I looked over to another bed and see another memorable face. "And William Riker." I pointed. He looked at me oddly. How was that I was in Star Trek now?
"Her vitals are dropping." Dr. Crusher took a mechanism used to give shots, and put it on my arm. I laid down and again shut my eyes.
"Why would anyone wanna read bout a clock?" I heard this as I woke again. I was lying down and my head was lying with my right ear to the pillow. I only saw hands handle my book turning it over and flipping trough the pages.
"That's not exactly what it's about." I said automatically. "Where am I now?"
"You'se in Manhattan." Said someone in an old, thick New York tongue.
I sat up and put my legs over the bunk. "Wait a minute." Was this real I thought?
"I'se Kelley,"
"Jack Kelley." I finished.
He smiled, "So ya heiod of me?"
I hesitated for a moment. "Sorta. Um, can I see my bag?" Mush handed me my bag while Bumlets handed me my book. Mush looked just like in the movie, but older, same curly hair, brown eyes, and wonderful smile. Bumlets too, looked the same, very, very cute. All of them in fact seemed to only have changed in age. I looked through my tan backpack. My hands felt over my disk man, some change in clothes, and other personal belongings. Everything seemed to be there, including my Polaroid camera; I bought just for the trip. I noticed a few of the newsies whispering something to each other. Finally, Jack must have been appointed to say something. He fidgeted with his red bandanna around his neck.
"Are you'se from da future?"
I was bewildered, "How do you know? I mean,"
Racetrack lit a cigar and walked up. "We'se run into yer kind before."
"My kind?!" I retorted shocked, and almost offended.
"Race! Dat wutant nice." Bumlets hit him on the back of the head with a newspaper. I was getting cold, and I started to shiver and get goose bumps. I used my hands to warm my arms up.
"What do you mean?"
"He meant dat before we'se run into goils dat are dressed funny, and claim to know everyding bout us, and dat are jus nuts." Jack explained. I'm not the only one then, but how? I wonder if they got back. I thought this to myself for a few moments.
"How did, did they, um," stammered out.
Jack answered before I could stutter anymore. "Bryan Denton's brudeh, Jonathan Denton, has a time machine."
"A time machine? Well, do you think he'd mind sending me back? Or uh forward, you know what I mean."
"If it wudent broken, den I'se sure he'd have no objections." The one I knew as Kid Blink answered. I began to feel very out of place. This is not what I would have ever imagined being in the movie would be like. It was almost unwelcoming.
"Broken?" My face fell.
Bumlets spoke, "I'se can go over der wid ya tamrrow. I'se sure it wont be broken still."
"Sure, okay." This was an odd thing. To be honest my favorites in Newsies have always changed, but recently had been Max's character, Racetrack. I knew I shouldn't have taken it personal, but I felt resentment from him and I didn't know how to act. I had no clue where I was going to stay for the night. I was hoping with everything inside of me that one of them would offer to let me stay in the lodging house that night, just like in all the stories, and fan fictions I had read.
"I'se guess you'se could stay here for a while." Jack offered after some minutes of silence.
A sigh of relief came over me. "Okay, you sure now?"
"Course." Jack smiled. He smiled; I began to feel a little better.
"I'se gussin' you'se know most of our names, but wots yers?"
"Ariel," I responded lightly. It brought a smile to most of them. I guess they had never read Shakespeare.